• The dark became prominent, the moon arose to glisten brighter than anything else among things on Earth. Partly cloudy, but they never dared to shimmer in front of the moon.

    A figure grasped long, bone fingers around something cold and metal looking. Its silhouette crouched low, walking almost spider, chimp-like, stalking prey to finally slaughter.

    It walked the open streets as so, glancing occasionally over his shoulder. The metal object it grasped outstretched in front of it slowly grazed the empty air, making invisible cuts in supposedly something but nothing being there.

    It was . . . practicing?

    It froze, sticking it's fat though pointed nose in the air, sniffing the contents. No unfamiliar scents seemed to fill its nostrals because it returned to the crouched position it possessed before and continued moving down the streets, only this time more swiftly.

    The vague light from the light posts helped to embody the passing shadows from the silhouette. A cloth covered figure showed in the shadows, bone skinny, skin sunken and dirt covered. It wouldn't face the light to produce an easier representation of their features more deeply. The only stick out were its eyes.

    Completely sunken, crystal like, but icy water swimming around in the iris. The whites of its eyes owned nothing other than red, red and more red. If it was tired, its movements didn't show fatigue. Veins surfaced, circling each eye as if attempting to pull its eyes from their sockets. No eyebrows sat above its eyes, only burnt scars in all directions, forming the base of eyebrows.

    It hurried along at the first sound of a long "meow."

    Dashing, wind massaging its hairless, but scar filled scalp, it turned its head enough to quickly eye the passing alleyways, under staircases and in between trash cans.

    A multitude of "meows" increased its anxiety as it uneasily fidgeted even faster down the streets, desperate to find the source of the--

    Another "meow."

    Where is it? Why couldn't it--there!

    It froze, slowly twisting its body towards the loud, very loud, continuous "meowing." It was beautiful. Fat, unbelievably fat and tabby.

    "Caaaaaat," the silhouette droned on, deep, husky and scratchy. "Caaaaaaat." It walked to the tabby cat.

    The presence had to have made the cat turned to stare at the silhouette. The cats' eyes widening and tail coiling behind it. It crouched, looking ready to pounce, but there was no time, the silhouette already took lead, striking the defenseless creature with the metal object.

    Stab after stab the sounds of the cat grew loud then died down until the only sound was flesh being cut into and the splash of blood flooding the sidewalk and the silhouette equally. At first notice the cat stopped moving, the silhouette covered the cat with its body and engulfed the poor creature through its skin. The figures' stomach growling, bubbling and gurgling as the cat dissolved in its stomach and the cats' bones dislocated, snapped and joined the rest of its stomach contents.

    The figure stood, walking away from the scene drowsy and tipsy.

    The only thing left behind was a bloody, metal dart.